The need to make music is so human.
By the Fountain Hills Park lake is an outside music area. In a tight circle are eight different music makers, You can hammer tubes, strike bells, bang on cans, waggle ropes that move noisemakers.
All the instruments are unattended this morning, so, having the area, all to myself, I pick up a mallet and take a turn with one of them – mano a mano.
This must have been how these instruments were discovered. Some cave man hit a mastodon skull with a rib bone, and, to his delight, the first melody in the world was composed.
Hitting a small piece of metal with a mallet is easy.
What is hard is to make a combination of sounds, in the right order, with the right rhythm, that sound pleasing.
Musicians have been wrestling with this conundrum for centuries
I make a little melody and have fun making it.
That is the point of music, isn’t it?.